#Lore by Goner

[void4brainz]

Someone on Twitter made this fun FFXIV OC lore iceberg thing. I'll be honest, I come up with a lot of stuff and then never talk about it lmao

[spiderdotexe]

and who in the world is 'sans undertale'?

[univer-underfell]

Rudy is apart of the Amalgamates. Who did he fuse with, though? The Gaster Followers.

[undertalethingems]

I just had a sudden thought.

Are we gonna have to deal with inter dimensional….. ‘silliness’ with this.

I.E. This Gaster is the Gaster from another timeline/AU, what have you…

Tbh, "they accidentally bring back a gaster from another timeline" sounds like it could be an interesting premise to me--it's actually been my headcanon for a long time that the bros ended up in a parallel timeline where they never lived, and that timeline's gaster died. But what if he hadn't...? Could be fun to explore :>

In a way though, that means there already has been interdimensional silliness XD

but, there won't be any AU shenanigans. You should know by now that I'm not really into UT multiverse stuff, so nothing like that will happen. Unexpected Guests isn't that type of story. ^^;

[thefreakandthehair]

in case anyone was wondering my evening went! I literally can’t be trusted. @bayouteche

[potassiumsworld]

Some funny edits I did, as well as some doodles.

First doodle is from a #Spamtic I did a few days back.

Last doodle... well... I was actually going for Bendy because was listening to batim songs. But my hand seemed to disagree and draw a new addison oc, Ray.

Ray's a goner...somewhat. he used to be the 'msn' guy (if you remember what msn was, you're a legend). He got erased by the G-man himself, but sticks around, all grey-ish instead of his seafoam color. He has wingst that he uses as a cape.

Oh...and don't worry about the glitches. He's not connected to Glitchton whatsoever. They're permanent scars that can't be healed anymore.

As for the hole on his chest..... Let's just say Gaster wanted him gone permanently and tore out his heart. Didn't quite work since he's still alive.

[x-for-a-y]

hamood's new goner name. no longer a christian reference

[cobalt-axolotl-undertale]

So @cobalt-axolotl has asked me to go over Virgil’s character so… her we GO!

I’ll take it from here

Huh?

Who better to tell people about me than my self.

WHAT HOW ARE YOU REAL!

I followed you…

Wha-

You didn’t think that device only worked for you did you… ya dumbass

[moonstruckmoony]

LATE MERMAY POST - Because last month my job was very hectic and this weekend happens to be June already 😔

I wrote a quick small drabble below that goes with this drawing, enjoy

SharkMerman!Sebastian x IceBettaMermaid!Winter (MC) ❄️🩵🧜🏻‍♂️🧜🏻‍♀️

Sebastian is a magical shark merman that loves exploring new places and has a voracious appetite for adventure. While exploring the Greenland Sea, he encountered and fell in love with Winter, a rare mythical species of Betta mermaid that could live in icy seawater. He discovered after talking with her that there are currently only three of these Betta merfolks in the entire Arctic ocean, including her.

He could only see her a couple of times a week because his body could not withstand the icy temperature and his self-warming spell could only last for a day. During the remainder of the time, he would have to return to his home in the Northern Atlantic Ocean.

When she first met Sebastian, Winter was enthralled with his vast knowledge and intellect, as well as his witty and charming attitude. He has a kind and loving heart, despite the fact that he could be rather crafty at times and his stubborn disposition occasionally left her shaking her head.

Sebastian adores her quirky personality and caring nature, and he became even more enamored with her when he discovered that she possesses both intelligence and curiosity that rivals his. And Merlin’s bloody tail, while he finds her beauty captivating, her desire for knowledge is as powerful and forceful as the Gulf Stream, and he’s a goner for her. When he comes to visit her place, they always spend time together, whether it's going on long swims exploring places or simply chatting for hours.

Driven by a desire to see each other frequently, he trained his body to become more tolerant of the cold while she increased her tolerance to warmer waters. He would teach her spells to keep her body chilly while he practiced his self-warming charms to last even longer than before.

Even though their training allowed them to spend days or even weeks together, their enchantment doesn't endure long enough for their liking.

Nevertheless, they are resolute to search for a way to remain together, indefinitely, without the use of their magic.

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I actually have more lore on this drabble involving Ominis and other characters but I'll leave it like this for now, indefinitely

EDIT: omg I TOTALLY FORGOT but I meant to give some credits! I eyeballed some poses (by floorsdelluna) and background (from this painting i found in pinterest)

[void4brainz]

Declan - His Sire was not a kind man

[under-lore]

About "Tweets aren't canon"

One misconception that one seems to be nearly guaranteed to see brought up by someone whenever discussing Undertale/Deltarune lore with people who are not particularly invested in it is that "Toby Fox said tweets weren't canon".

And, when you first hear it, it actually sounds quite convincing, because this tweet is in fact real and does seem to say that.

So... What's actually going on here with tweets and with this one in particular ?

The actual status of tweets

Before mentioning what's really going on with that specific tweet, i'd like to lay some groundwork first.

For instance, regarding the fact that this tweet dates back from November 2016. And that if the tweet were to be taken seriously, it would mean that no tweets especially after that date are to be treated as canon.

Something that is rather explicitely not the case.

There are several examples for this, although the Gaster tweets which introduced us to Deltarune and directly link up to the game's "Goner Maker" introduction sequence are i would say prime offenders.

Here in these tweets, we are not yet connected, then we are given a way to connect.

Then, we pick this back up where we left it in Deltarune, where we are then asked wether the connection was a success.

This has of course been pointed out to Toby (although he never responded to those messages), and yet it did not prevent him from re-doing the exact same thing a few years later for chapter 2.

In short, the situation is that, to this day, Toby Fox still purposely uses tweets in order to provide important canon-accurate information about his games, with the Spamton Q&A as recently as last year.

In light of that, using that one tweet to say that any information coming from tweets is invalid just can't be right... So one might wonder :

But then, why did Toby say that ?

The problem comes from the fact that this quote is usually cropped like this when people try to share it around :

Which is greatly misleading !

Obviously, Toby Fox's popularity comes mainly from Undertale and later Deltarune. Due to this, and due to the majority of the fandom nowadays being teenagers, many in the fandom are not aware that ever since his own teenage years, Toby Fox has been for the lack of a better term, a massive shitposter. A habit that only started to die out after Undertale's release and in the year that followed. (Though he still shows glimpses of it from time to time)

I mean, we are talking about the person who kept on posting memes on twitter for nearly a decade and who made "a goast poot on u" at the end of the Earthbound Halloween Hack, his first semi-serious game project.

Why ?

Because he's just that kind of "funny guy" and felt like it. His words, not mine.

This was, up until not so long ago, the kind of person that Toby was online.

When taking all this into account and looking back at the un-cropped version of that quote, it becomes pretty obvious what's going on here.

Toby Fox found a bootleg nursery rhyme video of Undertale characters, found that hilarious (As the "funny guy" that he is), and decided to make a shitpost about it. Joking about how this weird thing that he found, right here, was the peak of official Undertale material and might just be more canon in his book than the kickstarter or tweets were.

The post that started this whole thing in the first place was just that, a shitpost, a joke, not something that Toby ever actually meant. Which honestly should have been pretty obvious in the first place, i mean, this is still a post about Toby trolling bootleg nursery rhymes, people. It wasn't meant to be taken seriously...

Besides, that tweet's statement would have been self-contradictory anyways. If tweets weren't canon, then this tweet would not be canon either, etc... Leading to one of those silly paradoxical loops rather than to an actual statement about tweet canonicity.

So then, that brings the question : Why ?

Why do so many people still claim that tweets aren't canon ?

The reason is likely the same as the reason why this misconception was created in the first place : It is a rope to cling on to for some people to defend certain headcanons that Toby had debunked via tweets.

Because yes, between late 2015 and late 2016 Toby used to once in a while answer a question about the lore of the game on tweeter. Leaving some people with their headcanons turning out to be wrong.

(A few examples of headcanons that Toby denied on twitter were that Undyne killed the green soul human, or that ghost monsters used to be humans, for example.)

It was some of those people, in the first place, who started cropping this tweet to make it seem like their headcanons were still on the table and started the mess in the first place.

This rumor, at its origins, was not just a mere misconception but rather a deliberate attempt at misinformation from some fans that weren't happy with the way Toby had taken the game, which is unfortunately still being shared around to this day due to how sensible it seems at first sight.

[cumikering]

Werewolf Keegan x reader 4

3.3k | fluff A cloud floated into your bedroom (part 1) (part 5)

Have you heard of the sweaty t-shirt experiment? That people can smell who they’re compatible with?

That explained how downright addicting you smelt - the lore couldn’t fool him. Humans and animals weren’t that different after all, despite him being able to smell better as a wolf.

You packed some lasagna for him to take home and put on an episode of your favourite show while spooning on the couch. However, with you pulled flush against him, his face buried in your neck, he didn’t show any sign of leaving.

Well, he didn’t want to. It was justified that he missed you this much, right? Sorry, you just had to kick him out of your apartment.

“Keegan?” You tapped his arm around your waist, causing him to groan in annoyance. You let out a small laugh. “Did you fall asleep?”

He lifted his head, eyes fluttering. Oh God, did he drool on you? He brought his hand to his mouth. Okay, he didn’t.

Halfway through the episode, he’d leaned in for a shameless little whiff but when you reached back and scratched the top of his head, he was a goner. The huge dinner probably played a part too.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he rasped as he sat up.

You flipped onto your back, trailing your fingers down his inked forearm. “Well, you don’t have to go yet,” you mumbled.

“I’d love to stay if you let me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his as you smiled. “Okay.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss.

While you got ready for bed, he grabbed his backpack from his car. After making sure his breath was as minty as it could be, he emerged out of the bathroom in a shirt and boxers. He was ready to take the couch, but when you led him to your bedroom, of course he wasn’t going to say no to finally climbing into bed with you.

You switched your bedside lamp off, the light outside spilt into the room through the sheer curtains. You lay on his chest, hand on his abdomen as it rose and fell at a steady rhythm. His eyes trailed down your body, pressed against his in an oversized band tee and cotton leggings.

“I’d love to stay up longer, but I’m falling asleep,” you said into his shirt, voice muffled.

“That’s okay. I’ll drive you to work tomorrow before I leave.”

“That’d be nice.”

He wiggled. “Do you mind if I take my shirt off? It’s a bit warm.”

“Go ahead.” You pulled away.

He took his shirt off, setting it on the nightstand before lying down again. You blinked. He forgot not everyone was a fan of hair, which he had plenty of.

“Or I can put it back on.” He quickly reached for his shirt, embarrassed that you might have found it appalling.

“You don’t have to,” you said, grabbing his arm. He could see the smile as you curled closer to him, pressing your face to his chest. “Good night, Keegan.”

“Good night,” he mumbled, looking up the ceiling with a small smile.

So this was the view when he called those nights he was away. He let out a soft laugh as he recalled the first conversation you had.

“What are you wearing?” you’d asked in a light voice.

He let out a hearty laugh.

“Oh, no! I meant- I didn’t mean it like that. I meant what do you wear to bed when you’re away?”

The heat crept up his neck as his smile lingered. He wouldn’t complain if you did mean it that way, but maybe under more convenient circumstances.

“It depends, but tonight I’m lucky enough to wear a shirt and sweats.”

“Same. I always cover my legs. I get cold easily in my sleep.”

He didn’t mind keeping you warm at all.

That night, being in bed with you felt far better than his imagination. He wrapped his arm around you as your breathing slowed. It was adorable how your cheek mushed against him. He wanted to kiss you again.

He lay there for what felt like half an hour, waiting for sleep to grace him, but instead he was filled with the overwhelming desire to… guard the bedroom? Was this a dog behaviour, like how Raider would sleep close to the door? His finger drummed on his thigh. It was worth a try if it meant he could get some sleep.

He could have shifted right there in bed and you’d be none the wiser, but stripping next to you in your sleep felt violating. Instead, he went to the bathroom, making sure to leave the door ajar (he still hadn’t figured out how to turn doorknobs with his paws), and no bathroom had ever smelt so good.

His tail trashed, smacking the cabinet with a thud. His eye twitched. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to be a creep smelling your pile of laundry in the corner of the room. That, and he didn’t want to risk passing out from all the excitement.

He turned away, nudging the door open with his snout and padded right towards your sleeping figure, thoughts about guarding the room long forgotten. His tail fanned steadily as he stood by the bed, the sheets smelling so much like you.

Keegan needed to be closer. He got up on the bed with stealth, pausing when he couldn’t avoid the spring of the mattress when as his hind legs made contact. Okay, you didn’t move, good. He leaned in to smell you, as close as he could get without touching you. Would you mind if he licked your face?

Wait, no. No. Tingles ran down his spine. NO!!!

His face tilted to one side, and the other, then his shoulders and hips followed. The Big Shake™ took over at the most inopportune time, sending his black floof flying. Did not shifting for weeks matt his fur?

With the tremble, your bed squeaked. You stirred with a soft grunt, face scrunching. He froze, eyes wide like saucers (if he had brows they’d shoot through the ceiling), hoping you’d settle right away. Instead, your eyes opened for a split second. You smiled to yourself and mumbled a syllable before turning away from him.

What did you say? Jake? Drake? Blake? It didn’t matter because in seconds your breathing evened out.

This was a bad idea. He prayed hard you were too drowsy to register the sight, let alone remember it.

Back in his plaid boxers, he nestled against you, his arm pulling you to his chest as his eyes finally fluttered. He needed clean up his floof from your room before you woke.

It was easy to blame the mess on Raider if it was in the living room as the pooch visited almost every weekend, but never the bedroom. Surely he didn’t want you to think he, as a human, shed like a dog in his sleep. Fortunately, he kept a lint roller in his bag, but at this rate he should probably invest in an industrial sized one.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” you said against Keegan’s lips, your arms around his neck.

He smiled, squeezing your waist. “I told you it’s a surprise.”

“Am I even dressed accordingly at least?”

He pulled away, taking in your flowy dress and knit cardigan. “Yes, you look lovely. Raider thinks the same. Can’t take his eyes off you.”

You chuckled at the German Shepherd who looked up at you as he scooted closer and closer, impatiently waiting for you to finish greeting (kissing) the sergeant at your door.

“Hey, buddy.” You scratched his muzzle. “It’s so good to finally see you again!”

His tail wagged at full speed as he leaned into your hand.

Keegan helped you lock up and took your hand as you walked to his SUV. He placed your hand on his thigh as he drove and before long, he pulled up at the pretty garden restaurant you’d casually mentioned weeks ago. He picked an outdoor table so Raider could roam around as you enjoyed your tasty brunch. Under the table, his foot leaned against yours.

After the meal, you took a walk at the park across the restaurant, arms linked.

“I think he missed you a lot.” He nodded at the K9 who kept brushing against your leg. “He was so happy when I told him we were meeting you.”

You cooed, rubbing his head. “I missed you too, Raider!”

“I got him a phone before we left for the last mission. Did he text you?”

You chuckled. “Really? He texts now?”

“I taught him to, so he can keep you company when I’m away.”

“Where is it? I’ll put my number in.”

“Check his pockets.” He stopped and turned to you.

You played along, stooping down to pat down his legs. “Nothing.”

“Check mine then.” With his hands in his jacket pockets, he moved the hem of his army green jacket out of the way.

It was a playful excuse to have your hands on him, and if your smirk was any indication, you knew it too. So he looked away, but the smile crept up anyway.

You traced over his front and, after checking if anyone was looking, the back pockets of his jeans. “Okay, that’s your phone… Keys… Wallet…”

“Maybe the jacket?” He removed his hands from his pockets.

You shook your head and pulled out a rectangular chew toy.

“It’s a phone!” You laughed, turning it over to find a dog bone logo behind it.

He crouched to let the K9 off his leash before taking the toy from you. “Fetch, boy.”

He threw the toy as far as he could and Raider, like the goodest boy he was, bolted after it. As fast as he went, Keegan pulled you by the waist for a kiss.

You giggled against him. “We need to watch him.”

“I can’t kiss you with him around. He’s too jealous, keeps staring at us.” He leaned in again.

As if on cue, the doggo barked at you, causing you to pull away. His toy lay next to your feet.

“See, I can’t even have 10 seconds.”

You picked the toy up and threw it, and it was embarrassing to admit that his initial reaction was to also dash after it, his leg already jerking. He hoped you didn’t notice.

Under a tree, Keegan laid his head on your lap as Raider roamed around the park, getting acquainted with the other dogs. Judging by the toy phone in his mouth, he was probably looking for a date so he didn’t have to be a third-wheel anymore. It was about time.

“His handler asked if I wanted to handle him.”

You looked down at him, running your fingers through his hair. It had grown longer than he liked (it was uncomfortable under the mask), but if it meant you were more likely to play with his hair, then he’d gladly keep the length. The least he could do was give you something to pull because he might have just short-circuited from the gentle tugging you gave.

His eyes fluttered, like he was seconds away from falling asleep. How could he tell you to stop but keep going too?

“Yeah?”

You were so pretty with that soft smile. “I don’t know if I can. I’ve never even had a pet.”

“I know handling a K9 isn’t the same as having a dog, but you’ve had him on weekends for a while now, and he looks very happy. You must be doing something right.”

“Gabe will give me training if I say yes, but I guess I’m kind of nervous. I don’t want to not do a good job.”

“Take your time to decide, but I think you’ll be a fantastic doggo dad.”

You’d been helping him with Raider. Did that mean you were the mum? He liked the sound of that very much.

He smiled. “You think so?”

“Mhm. But you’re okay if he stares at us all the time?”

“We’ll have to get him a blindfold.”

The day grew windier as the hours passed. When Keegan noticed your fingers were a little cold, he hastily draped his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you closer as you sat on the bench sipping on coffee. You thanked him with a chaste kiss and he licked his lip when you pulled away. It earned him a soft laugh from you. You looked good in his jacket, but tasted even better.

Your phone buzzed in your purse and you pulled it out to discover it was Lauren calling. You’d told him about her, your best friend from uni. He told you to take it.

“… That’s alright. I’ll meet you there… No, that sounds good. I think I’ll wear one too… Oh, don’t forget the gift- Lauren, shut up! He’s here right now!” You giggled, turning to him as you slapped your hand over your mouth.

Keegan didn’t mean to listen, but he was right there. He raised a brow, flattered that your friend knew about him.

“Yes, okay, fine.” You squeezed his hand. “Yes, I promise! Okay, bye now.”

“Sounds like an interesting conversation,” he teased when you put your phone away.

“Do you remember Nick, the spinach pie guy?”

“He’s my sprit animal.”

You chuckled. “It’s his birthday and he arranged a little uni reunion tonight.”

It was silly of him to expect you’d spend the entire day with him, but he was allowed to dream, right? Especially when the hours with you felt much shorter.

“I’ll drive you.”

“You don’t mind?”

Of course he didn’t. Anything for more time with you.

After you finished your drinks, you headed back to your place to get ready. He sat on the couch with Raider with the TV on, but he was far more interested in watching you move about.

You wore a fitted black dress that came down mid-thigh, but as you leaned over the sink to put your makeup on, it rode up and revealed a little more than he felt he was allowed to see. He forced himself to look away, but fuck, if he wasn’t lying about wanting to see more.

At the door, you gave him a little twirl, all pretty with your hair done, giving him a whiff of your gentle perfume. But that evening you lacked… something. You smelt too clean after your shower, and he wasn’t letting you out of his sight in that state.

He didn’t know where the thought came from. No one would be able to smell him on you, not even himself, but he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled your neck anyway.

“So pretty,” he breathed against your skin and pressed a few kisses on your collarbones.

When he pulled up at the restaurant, he grabbed his jacket from the backseat and placed it on your lap.

“I think I’m good. We’ll be indoors.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

How convenient. Now that would be more like it, his subtle claim on you. At least it would soothe that little part of his brain.

“Let me know when you need to get picked up.”

“We'll probably be done late. Don’t want to be a bother.”

“You won't.”

“I can’t let you do that after driving me here.”

He paused. “Let me know when you get home at least?”

“Will do. Thanks for taking me out today. I had a very nice time.” You leaned over the console for a peck. “Oh, sorry! I forgot about the lipstick!”

He tilted the rear-view mirror towards him, chuckling at the smudge on his lips. When you reached out to wipe it off with a tissue, he grasped your chin and leaned in again.

When you approached the large table, you expected the lone figure sitting to be the birthday boy. But when the man looked up, your smile fell.

“Blake? What- what are you doing here?”

“Hey, uhh, Nick told me to come, said you’d be here tonight.“

“I didn’t know you’re in town. You… never said anything.”

“I moved here a few months ago.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t know how to tell you. We hadn’t spoken in years.”

“And that’s not the same case with Nick?”

“It’s different.” His eyes stayed on you. “You know that,” he said in a low voice.

Your brows furrowed. It was jarring to see him there, out of place and surreal.

“Hey, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I can-“

“Sorry.” You shook your head and offered a smile as you pulled out the chair across him. You didn’t have to make the evening weird. “I wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. How have you been?”

You continued to chat as people filled the table. Lauren was equally as surprised to see Blake, but you gave her a smile when she shot you a worried look.

“Our favourite Brit!” Nick announced, smacking Blake on the back. “Welcome back!”

You were over this - over him, if there was even anything to get over when nothing started. He was never yours, but the first to ever capture your heart. For years, you went through thick and thin with him, as friends even when it was far more than that for you.

You didn’t see a point of having anything escalate and have the ocean stand between you after graduation. So you tiptoed on the border of friends and more, trying to swallow the words despite the lingering gazes and longing sighs. When you couldn’t deny the budding feelings anymore, you knew you had to let whatever it was fade.

Over dinner, the ten of you got each other up to speed about how you were doing. When you went around the table pouring everyone their second glass of wine, Nick held his hand up.

“I’m a total lightweight now. I won’t recover from the hangover this time around,” he explained.

The table gasped. That was the most shocking discovery of the evening.

Pulled into different directions, graduation felt many more years behind seeing how some of your classmates led vastly different lives. A few took a leap of faith, ending up with unexpected careers far from their field of study, some have settled down, some with kids, their carefree personality mellowing as life settled on their shoulders. Some, you also learnt, remained solo, like Blake.

Ever the soft-spoken one, a smile always on his face as Blake gave people his undivided attention. He still preferred his beer over wine. Still asked for no truffle on his pasta, nor balsamic vinegar on his salad. Still scraped the buttercream off cakes. Still, he felt like the one you knew the least at the table that evening.

The ache of it was long gone, but you hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to desperately wish for something yet being powerless over it. It was funny how the world worked, that things came your way when you least expected it, that he found his way back eventually.

Blake offered to drop you home. ‘Won’t be a long drive away,’ he reassured. Nothing was a long drive at that hour, and you appreciated the gesture. In front of you apartment, he turned to you.

“I’m glad I saw you tonight. Can we catch up some more, over coffee sometime?”

You smiled. It was nice seeing him again, nostalgic. You were friends for so long for a reason.

“Of course. You know how to find me.”

He let out a small sigh, his gaze roaming your face.

The clock on the display reminded you of how late it was. “Thanks for the ride, Blake. Get home safe, okay?”

On the way up, you pulled your phone out as you yawned.

I’m home. Thanks again for today <3

It buzzed when you unlocked your door.

Had fun?

Why are you still up?

Waiting for you

Keegan had no business making you smile this hard. Maybe you could stay up a little longer.

@sofasoap @tiredmetalenthusiast @shadofireshinobi @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats @mangoguy @astraluminaaa @reelovesfictionalmen

[starberry-cupcake]

Things were happening too much. Gideon "Griddle" Nav, Chapter 30

I'm gonna have to split these up because there's so much going on.

previously, in gideon the ninth:

this happened

currently, having finished chapter 34:

well, I am exhausted and I'm just reading this

"gideon can't catch a break" should be the subtitle of this book

we literally can't finish a world-shattering disaster, we're onto the next one

the skeletons can't clean the blood fast enough

so, palmolive has a plan

palmolive's plans are like my cousin playing d&d, he talks as if the plan is bulletproof but then you hear him and it's some looney tunes shit

they work more frequently than not, which is infuriating but also moves things along

I feel like I'm constantly arguing with this guy in my head

palmolive's plan is to use the mind reading thingy harrow leveled up when they won against the first boss to show her mentally how dulcinea's key was so that they can break in that door

there are 2546 things that could go wrong with this, but he says he's super sure

he's not, in fact, super sure, but it works

camilla, my qp wife, has the poker face of the century

they look at the room and find some stuff, pins in a board, necromancer notes, the fact that the skeletons aren't constructs, you know, the usual

oh and that teacher and the other dudes are all super dead

which, we all kinda knew that

the fact that the old man didn't have a heart attack at this point is prove enough he doesn't have a beating heart to begin with

I'm gonna say, I love learning book lore and understanding how things work in said lore, but this book is making me feel terribly dumb

I don't know if it's a language barrier, the fact that Gideon doesn't understand the stuff herself and she's the narrator or what, but I feel so dumb sometimes reading their explanations

the gist of it, I believe, is that they don't know what's powering them to do what they do...or who

they can't really delve into it because a fire alarm goes off

I haven't blamed dulcinea for things yet but you know how I feel about her, they check on her and she's still alive, so she's still a threat in my book

they fix the alarm but they can't really delve into it because the Second has murdered Teacher (he wasn't alive but he kind of was, you know how it is) and ratted them out to the Emperor

but Teacher says "one of them" can't come back, which makes me think this isn't as simple as they think it is

the second is a goner btw

they were a goner the moment they thought they could take on Camilla The Everything, love of my life

but they can't really delve into it because mayonnaise uncle and duracell bunny nephew tell them the third have opened up abigail's body

they can't really delve into that either because palmolive figures out that abigail had a key inside her body and the third have gone through the door it opened

the third is like when you have a dog that's constantly making noise and then, for 10 straight minutes you don't hear them, so you just know they've done something bad

so gideon, harrowbean, palmolive, my qp wife, mayonnaise uncle and duracell bunny nephew all go to confront the third

yandere simulator twin is bloody and cryptic in the middle of the room

I could go on a tangent and talk about the madwoman archetype in victorian literature and how she's a representation of the 'lucia' archetype (no relation to me), dulcinea of the 'ophelia' and maybe regina george twin could be a closeted 'jane'

I'm not going to, though, you're welcome for that

so regina george twin is crying in a corner (gideon is emotionally doing the same, probably) and chad is dead on the ground

get wrecked, asshole

well, he's not dead-dead, nobody in this book is ever dead-dead, this is the hotel california of space

yandere twin has absorbed chad's ghost like piccolo and kami sama in dragon ball (rip akira toriyama)

she says she's figured it all out and the whole test was so a necro would soul-fuse with a cav, one flesh one blood one end one bed, I forgot how the oath went

I don't think she's figured it out because we're not ending this book yet

palmolive also doesn't think so

very important note: there's writing on the wall (literal and metaphorical) again saying "you lied to us" and it's the same writing that was featured before and we still don't know what that's about

so the eighth goes berserk and mayonnaise uncle wants to fight yandere twin for slurping chad's soul

duracell bunny nephew goes like "I'm not sure about this" and that was the moment I knew he was toast

I have already established I feel dumb reading the explanations but, for what I can understand, what the eighth does is that the necro detaches the soul of the cav and makes him astral project elsewhere for a time but there's always a tether to bring him back, if that is broken or he drifts too far he can't come back but other things could go into his body instead, or something like that

which is what happens

I thought that the recent dead had, because gideon says there were six people in him, and we've got 6 dead (protozoa, the unknown corpse, the 2 teens and the bride and groom), but idk

all this happens after yandere twin fights using chad's moves and some magic body jelly

this is body horror territory, there are tongues coming out of orifices that should not have tongues and goo flying all over the place

the eighth is dead at the end of it, yandere twin and her inner chad are gone and regina george twin is crying because she wanted to be the one absorbed, which I guess makes sense considering she was training with swords

you know, I had my suspicions that maybe she wasn't a necro after all, but harrow distracted me when she said she must have been a good one

so now we're down to: gideon, harrowbean, palmolive, my wife, regina george twin, yandere twin w/inner chad and dulcinea my mortal enemy

and whoever it is that's coming in after the second contacted whatever number there was in the space phone tree

also, protozoa was one of the two bodies that were cooked earlier on, we still don't know who the second is

there's more we don't know than what we do know

see you on the next one, if you're not yet tired of me

[sleketon666]

Hi, big fan!

What’s your thoughts on Zevlor?

Hi!! Sorry it took so long for me to answer.

I love this man sm, he's one of my faves!! Honestly, I fell in love with him the moment there was the first conversation with him. When he told Aradin "show some respect, this woman just saved your life" I knew I was a goner. A man has to be protective of me and nice to me once, and I'm already head over heels! And the more Zevlor's lore the game gave us, the more I fell in love with him. I love me some tragic depressed older men who seek redemption and forgiveness, they are always my type. Also the fact that he's so protective of his people, it makes him seem like a kind nice guy, but he's not really an open book. He can be secretive and mysterious and I'm here for it!!

I also love content of EA Zevlor, when he was supposed to be evil. I love that they made him stay with the good guys and not actually join the Absolute, I prefer his latest design and character, but it came with a cost of lack of any content of him :( I feel like Evil Zevlor's plot line had a lot of potential and could be very interesting, I would love to see it still!

[prince-steele]

ok so. I'm not going to personally listen to the leaks but here is what tumblr clique has figured out thusfar

- first string of numbers (15398642_14) is the http://dmaorg.info/FOUND/15398642_14/CLANCY.HTML violation code, that also correlate to the BF track numbers (figured out by @mx-misty-eyed )

- second string of numbers (190277) is the hex code for indigo (figured out by @gonerbird )

- Song seems compressed as if it were uploaded in RAW, ripped and compressed, then uploaded to twitter (pointed out by @rexlottie )

- the number in the actual url of the poster (15398642) is missing goner (figured out by @mx-misty-eyed )

I don't know what all this means yet but the person who posted this has an intimate knowledge of TØP lore and honestly I really hope it's some kind of ARG for the band bc I loveee when they do ARG stuff

[im-s0rry]

Redesigning Secret Bosses - DarkRabbit Edition

Hello all and welcome to this new series of ours. Make yourselves comfortable, because this is going to be a long ride of us redesigning secret bosses that we find a bit lacking in some areas. These will mainly be in design, story, and ties to their lores. Without further adieu, let us begin with DarkRabbit.

First of all, I want all of you to remember that this series will exclusively contain constructive criticism on the designs to help further the artist's later designs. Critique is one of the most important parts of art, after all. Anyway, onto DarkRabbit. As for most of @mrchaosman 's Rogue's Gallery, they don't have much direct lore or even ties to a Light World Object. This made it difficult for us to add to the design, as we didn't know what to do. We decided to go the route of DarkRabbit being an amalgamation of all of Kris's or the Vessel's or anyone's thoughts of longing for control. Because of this, DarkRabbit has complete control over darkness and uses it to toy with others. This is also why we gave them the heart patch, the stitch pattern, and the needle in the tail. This is due to strings being a common allegory for control as well as The Soul, which does the controlling. We decided to make them more amorphous and a bit more similar to Asriel's Boss Forme. This slightly comes through in the arms but makes more sense with the weird little blaster mouth near the bottom. It's sort of meant to reference the Hyper Goner. Their lore wouldn't change much, which ends this very short and very first episode of Redesigning Secret Bosses. Thank you to @mrchaosman again for the original idea and design for DarkRabbit. As a bonus, have this sprite.

Good day to you all, it's been a delight being your hosts for a little while.

-From Marigold, we're happy to make your acquaintances.